Agular looked to his left, and then his right, making sure it was safe to pass. He followed his commanding officer as they march to the small village. Agular remembered it as Multiah. He had been armored as the other soldier's wearing Dechoneus's armor. It had been about a week sense Cladius had left. And they had no report of his state of being, whether he was alive, or dead.

The commander stopped, a small army of maybe a hundred men following his orders. The white maned men smiled as the others drew near. They seemed messy, but they knew well enough that that look was false. The ommart general walked forward as his sword was gripped tightly in hand. Each commander held their distance of about two yards as they spoke.

"Leave, our orders are only to kill those who intervene." The ommart general declared.

"We have but one purpose here." Dechoneus's commander replied.

"Very well." The general said triumphantly.

The Ommart warriors were furious as they raised their weapons in support of their general. They wore little armor as they charged forward. Agular's eyes widened as he watched the general easily triumph over his commanding officer. It seemed that battle had commenced and all civil actions were no longer of any use. The Ommart knew only one language, war.

Agular swung his hammer back as he hit one of the pale humanoids in the jaw. The massive swing he gave caused the ommart to stagger. He swung again, as the Ommart blocked the hammer's blow with his forearm. The sword came around, slicing into Agular's armor. Luckily, no damage had occurred against him, but if he had been ill pre-pared that would have been his end.

Ommart had been classed into two branches of soldiers, Juggernauts and War Mongers. The War Monger was the typical soldier in the Ommart army. Juggernauts had earned their right as stronger breed, taking the title as superior. What men would typically class as commanders or generals the Ommart simply classed as Juggernauts. It was Clear to Agular, he was fighting a War Monger, and struggling.

The War Monger smiled with wide eyes, the pupil white, and iris black. He tossed an impactful blow, into Agular's jaw. The big man, staggered back, recovering with a punch of his own. His attacks didn't seem to faze the pale white creature. Agular followed with a kick, pushing the humanoid forward as his big hammer hit his head into the ground. His skull had turned to a pile of goo against the sturdy earth ground. Bones and blood spread across the now stained grass and dirt. The Ommart where outnumbered four to one, yet they seemed to hold their own, even against the odds. Volohs had only left a few of these monstrosities in Dechoneus at key positions.

The man took in a deep breath, thinking of his sister Almorah. He didn't want war, and admittedly, he had never killed a man before, not even in the battle of Dechoneus City or Helm City. Why couldn't men along? Why did blood have to be shed? He hated to even think it, but the Ommart were easier to kill, then other Men. He simply wanted them to go away. He didn't understand why he dragged himself into this. He gripped his Warhammer tighter as he thought of his baby sister. If not for himself, than for Almorah, for Cladius, for Helm, he would fight for his family, for his home.

He swung his hammer with a war cry, smashing in another skull nearby. The man did a three-sixty in the air, spiraling in the air with half a skull. Agular watch as the war monger stood back on two feet, gripping his sword as he gave a war cry of excitement and joy, with a twisted smile. He watch the pale white ommart walk forward as his brain slowly fell out of his head, and slowly lost control of his body.

They were only two left now, and about eighteen Dechoneus footmen. They charged recklessly in, they had never seen war before. The Ommart made quick work of them, only leaving three men standing by the end of the fray. Agular took a deep breath, as two other men, a foot soldier and Dechoneus guard stood ready. The guard took off her helm, her olive skin shinning in the sun's light. Her dark chestnut hair ran down her back in a ponytail. She held her abdomen as she fell to the ground. Blood rushed through her scale mail, and onto the sandy dirt. Agular knelt beside the woman, as well as the foot man. Each had little knowledge of first aid and medical treatment.

The woman's dark green eyes starred at Agular as she gritted her teeth.

"What do we do?" The foot man said, a young boy, confused.

Agular looked back at him with worried eyes; it was mutual understanding that both didn't know what they were doing.

"You, place your hand here!" The woman yelled, grabbing Agular's hand and nearly slamming it against her abdomen, "I'm not dying here because you two have no idea what to do! Boy, grab some cloth, I don't care where, just make it quick."

The woman proceeded to search through her quiver, as she pulled small herbs from a small pocket. She looked back at Agular who was dumb struck. The big man's thick harry arms, held her would tightly, with his sausage fingers. Agular could feel the blood run through his fingers, he kept his face strait, to avoid from cringing. He was worried about the woman, but it seemed that she had it under control.

"You good with herbs," The woman guard asked.

"I'm a gardener, I would think so." Agular replied.

"Perfect, you know how to use this herb?" She replied.

Agular examined the herb in her hand, it was dragon's blood. A red herb that stopped bleeding, and helped wounds heal. He nodded his head as the woman dropped the herb in his hands. The foot man came running back at a quick past, knife in hand, along with a long strip of cloth.

Agular started smooshing the herb in his hand, to make the herb more effective. He looked into the woman's eyes. He could see her in pain, as the boy kept nodding at her every instruction. She started by tearing off her armor, leaving only her under garments to cover her. Agular knew what to do, as he gently, but quickly placed the dragon's blood into her wound, he didn't quit have enough, but it was going to have to be able to last. The boy quickly started wrapping the woman, as she helped him.
The woman winced as she tried to stand; Agular placed both his hands in a stopping motion, "No need, just wait for the dragon's blood to work."

"Ah, so perhaps you are a gardener, you know of some very rare plants indeed." She commented, as she supported herself on the ground.

"How did you get that plant?" Agular questioned.

"I am a ranger; it is my job to find such plants."

"A ranger in open battle, and a woman no less, how is that?" Agular replied.

"So many questions," the woman replied, as Agular lifted her in his arms.

"I have a strong curiosity." Agular replied.

The woman was quit heavy to Agular's surprise. She was just two or three inches shy of six feet. Her narrow eyes and face matched her strong jaw line. Agular looked away from the woman glancing around the town. Dead villagers could be seen from time to time, children among the corpses. The Ommart had left them to rot in the dirt, and dead yellow grass, some even leaned against their houses. Agular walked towards one of the houses as the young man opened the door for him. He gently laid the woman on a bed as he took his leave.

"Watch over this ranger, I'll be back." Agular replied.

The boy nodded as he glanced at the woman for direction.

"Boy, what's your name?" The ranger asked.

"Hamrel." The boy replied.

"I like that name," The woman replied, "I am Tatha. Take courage, the man with the hammer knows what he is doing. And don't fear to grab your blade."

"Yes my lady, I do not fear to draw blood, only the unknown." Hamrel replied.

Agular glanced about once more, grabbing his Warhammer he had left on the ground. He swung the massive weapon over his shoulders as he began searching Multiah for any survivors. He stumbled upon a broken door wandering down, finding a small dungeon were the people who had survived the Ommart raid now wept.

"Hell?" Agular called out, tightening his grip around his weapon.

"Over here!"

He glanced over the prisoners, as he tried each every last key on the key chain he had found earlier, hanging from a nearby wall. As soon as the gate swung open, a young woman leaped from the gate hugging the man crying into his shoulder.

"My sister, my older sister." The lass wined.

"What was the name of your sister, lass?" Agular questioned.

"Azera, the witch, though not a legitimate witch, that is her most commonly known name," the lass replied.

Agular scratched his head, should he know of this witch? He wished Cladius was here so he could explain this complicated stuff to him. He knew about plants, and building stuff, but rumors were never his specialty. Any way Agular cut it he knew he wasn't a fan of magic, but he also knew himself better than to let a little magic, scare him away from finding an innocent woman.

"Do you know what direction they took her?" Agular replied, already assuming it was west.

"To the West Kingdom, I heard the white men brag about it, the things they planned on doing to her, the awful things." The lass replied crying into Agular's shoulder.

"Worry not, I will find her." Agular replied as the lass continued crying.

Tetha looked at the door as the unruly man walked into the room. Agular glanced at Hamrel as he looked back at the olive skinned woman.

"I trust you are in good hands," Agular said.

"Of course, and you, what is your name?" the ranger asked, sitting up from where she laid.

"Agular, Agular Quail. And you?"

"Tetha," The woman replied lying back down, "Thank you for saving my life, though, I admit I did most the work."

"Congratulations, if you would please excuse me, I must be taking my leave, the people have been free."

"Very well, my knight in shining armor," Tetha teased, with a bit of scorn.

Agular stopped at the door way, glancing back, thinking of many things he could say, but simply walking away from it. He was determined to find Azera the witch. He would wasn't doing this for profit, for strategy, or for gain, he was simply a man of honor, he was going to save the woman. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath before letting it out slowly. He opened his eyes, as he continued outside, the crowd of happy people patting his shoulders and arms with gratitude.

He was the hero of the day, death had indeed insinuated, but he had come on top the victor. He didn't like the attention. Agular was a quit giant. He was mostly shy, but didn't let it control him. He didn't want to fight; he simply wanted to go home and garden in his well tamed fields. He could almost feel the soft soil between his fingertips and smell the sweet smell of tomato plants.

The farmer looked down at the ground following the footsteps of the Ommart soldiers. He had learned to track in his early youth with his father in the woods. Rigger was perhaps one of the greatest teachers, Cladius was lucky to have him, no matter how short the time. Deep down, Agular missed his father, but he also missed Cladius, it seemed though most conversations held were to lighten the mood, they had bonded and learned of each other through their blood, sweat and tears.

Agular quickly leaped to side to side as he followed the footsteps of the heavy men, he hoped that Almorah would be alright while he searched for the missing woman. He glanced behind him, knowing once that small village was out of sight, so was his chance to turnback. He glanced forward following the heavy packed dirt.